Monday, August 15, 2005

'That Funny Green' on Route 10



Driving north from downtown Hanover got a lot more interesting this summer, which is a testament to the power and the significance of architecture. In a culture that is too often oblivious to the quality of its buildings, the community is abuzz with talk of what one motorist, Joan Ashley of Norwich, calls “that funny green” – the warm, almost olive color of the metal siding that covers much of the new Richmond Middle School.

“Not only I, but many other Route 10 observers, thought and hoped that the green was primer, and whatever the final surface color, it would look visually integrated with the brick,” agrees Anne Baird of Lyme. “Not so. I wish were driving by with a delighted "ah!," rather than an "oh no, why is it so ugly?"

Green does indeed loom large here, but not necessarily in the sense meant by the car-bound critics. After all, how much more of that dark and stolid Dartmouth green can one community withstand? And the motorists can’t see the back of the school, where a classroom wing reaches into a forest whose greenery, much of it coniferous and thus not seasonal, actually resonates pleasingly with the siding.

A green worthy of more serious discussion concerns the laudable decision of the Dresden School District and its designers, Banwell Architects of Lebanon, to make energy efficiency such a high priority. Beneath the siding is a layer of foam insulation. Air ventilated to the gym, cafeteria and auditorium, is controlled by carbon dioxide sensors – the more people are breathing there, the more the air is blowing. It is expected that 85 percent of the heat will come from burning wood – a renewable, locally produced fuel.

Banwell’s attention to lighting is especially noteworthy. In a typical classroom, according to the firm’s Stuart White, “sunlight striking clerestory south glass is intercepted by a reflective shelf that reflects daylight to the ceiling, and this light is diffused and reflected back to the classroom. The shelf eliminates glare, and usable solar light minimizes the need for electric lights.” By way of translation, “clerestory glass” refers to the windows that are close to the ceiling rather than at a level conducive to student daydreaming.

Sun shades adorn the south-facing windows. The days of green design meaning big walls of windows facing south are over, at least for schools. “We are often asked to make sure that classrooms have a lot of south facing glass to take advantage of passive solar heating, White reports. “ The problem is that too much south glass will result in overheated classrooms, even on frigid but sunny days in January, and excessive heat loss at night.”

The kind of green that is troubling, with respect to the Richmond Middle School, is the green printed by Uncle Sam. Energy efficient attributes notwithstanding, you can tell even before one student has set foot in the place that, relatively speaking, the place was built on the cheap.

At some point, when the subject is the public realm, architecture criticism must become indistinguishable from politics. That point is now, in a region that refuses to tax itself adequately so as to perpetuate the historic commitment to public education as a democratizing and upward mobility-inducing force.

Instructed to economize and then economize some more, the architects did the right thing and, alas, had to give the building’s appearance short shrift. “For example,” according to English teacher Jody Horan, “from the outside, at the north end, the auditorium is a box, right? Inside, we have a fabulous stage and auditorium and music rooms plus practice spaces. At the old school, our tiny stage was at one end of the library . . . Our old library had no windows at all . . . and now it has an entire wall of windows looking out on the back woods and skylights that further brighten the area for learning and reading.”

But the message delivered to the street still counts, and it’s as obvious as the Ledyard Bridge balls: The two richest towns in the region are unwilling to invest in their future. Particularly if you live in a less wealthy community, that’s worthy of a shudder.

As evidence, consider a school whose entrance is spiffed up with various decorative gestures that are obviously superficial – a corner that is extended upward a few feet to form a peak, a couple of offices that protrude as a semi-circular module, a band of windows to frame the main doors on three sides, a doorway crowed with a glass triangle. Then zoom out: The expensive brick, everywhere scaled back in favor of siding reminiscent of Danny DeVito and Richard Dreyfuss in The Tin Men, eventually gives way altogether to the kind of cinderblock one associates with correctional institutions.

In other places, new public schools express higher aspirations. Thom Mayne – whose 2005 Pritzker Prize makes him the architectural equivalent of a Nobel laureate – is famous in part for his Diamond Ranch High School in Los Angeles (pictured above), a series of bold angles and cantilevers, clad in corrugated metal. They are the building itself, as opposed to its decoration, and they inspire students to notice and to think about their surroundings.

In other times, new public buildings in New Hampshire also had higher aspirations. Even the State Hospital campus in Concord, built in the early 20th Century, is a sturdy and graceful disquisition in brick and granite on the subject of permanence. Remarkably, we did this even for a complex whose purpose was to warehouse people because of their then-untreatable mental illnesses.

Some day, historians may hail the creators of the new Richmond Middle School for their vision and insight. They foresaw the coming energy crisis. They knew people would come to love a new shade of green (and thus used siding that never needs repainting). And they also created something that could easily be torn down, or converted to an annex of the printing company next door, which it resembles. These will be useful options should public education finally succumb altogether.

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The author, an attorney and architecture writer, was educated in public schools.

Friday, August 12, 2005

built a labyrinth, raised a teepee, blazed trails

Every time someone really good dies, you learn something interesting about them by reading the obituary. Here is a really fine obituary from today's issue of the Portland Press Herald:


Mary Arnold Hillas

FALMOUTH - Mary Arnold Hillas of Ocean View in Falmouth died peacefully in her home on Aug. 11, 2005. She had lived with primary progressive aphasia for five years. She was 76 years old.Daughter of Thomas Ivan Arnold and Marjorie Eccles Arnold, Mary was bom in Paterson and grew up in Hawthorne, N.J. As a child, she spent part of every summer in South Harpswell with her family and her beloved aunts, Henrietta 'Tippy' and Mary Arnold.

After graduating from Wheaton College in Norton, Mass., she married Roger Hillas, and moved to the Philadelphia area, where they raised four children. In addition to nurturing her children, Mary gardened, painted and sailed. She helped found the Daycare Association of Montgomery County, serving as both President of the Board and host to its teeming summer camp at her home in Gwynedd Valley. Mary also co-founded the Wissahickon Valley Hospice. Returning to school in the mid 1970s, she received a Masters in Christian Counseling from Princeton Theological Seminary.

After moving to Maine in 1982, Mary joined the Portland Friends Meeting, which she came to refer to as her 'beloved community.' In 1983 she went with a group to visit the 'poorest of the poor' in Kenya and in India, where she worked for five days in Mother Teresa's Home for the Destitute and Dying.Mary was an active and innovative philanthropist. For many years, she was on the board of the Lyman Fund, a small Quaker fund that awards grants to further the spiritual growth of individuals. She was one of the 'founding mothers' who, in 1992, established the Maine Women's Fund to provide seed money for programs benefiting the women and girls of Maine. She became its first president and remained an ardent supporter of the Fund.

For several years she and her partner, Barbara Potter, led 'Money and Spirit' workshops on the power of money in our lives.

In 2003 Mary received the Watering Can Award in Philanthropy from Maine Initiatives as recognition for all her work on behalf of others.Mary was an artist and craftsperson. She built a Folboat in her living room and used it to paddle the rivers and lakes of Maine. She attended the Shelter Institute so she could act as general contractor for the house she and Barbara built on the Saco River in West Buxton.

A lover of the earth, she built a labyrinth, raised a teepee, and blazed trails through the woods and fields.Gardening was Mary's passion. Everywhere she lived she created a spectacular garden, Her garden journal begins with a quote from May Sarton, 'Gardening is altogether different. There the door is always open to the holy... growth, birth, death... every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle.'

Mary could both rewire a lamp and gently counsel a friend in spiritual distress. An adventurer at heart, Mary slept in an Egyptian Pyramid, swung in the boatswain's chair on a schooner, made life-long friends in Mombassa, Kenya, and bicycled the Acadian carriage paths in her seventies.

We love Mary both for what she was and what she was not. She was a disinterested cook. For all her generosity to others, she was a child of the Depression who shopped for her own clothes at Goodwill.Throughout her life Mary was devoted to her children and grandchildren. Nothing gave her more joy than their many visits full to the brim with shared values and much laughter. Mary was cherished by many: as mother, mother-in-law, 'Nanny,' mentor and friend, sister, and as a life partner beyond compare.

Mary is survived by her children and their spouses, Roger Hillas Jr. and Lisa Olson of Washington D.C., Susan (Hillas) and Barton Merle-Smith of North Ferrisburg, Vt., Charlotte Hillas and Michael Vermette of St. Albans, Lynn Hillas and Glenn Pittell of Albuquerque, N.M.; three granddaughters, Charlotte, Elizabeth, and Julia Merle-Smith; a sister, Virginia Lovejoy of Portland; a brother, Thomas Arnold of Brookline, N.H.; and her partner of 23 years, Barbara Potter of Falmouth.

Her family wishes to express its appreciation to Dr. Elizabeth Ackerson for her many years of attentive and loving care and to Hospice of Southern Maine for its wonderful oversight these past weeks.

A memorial celebration of Mary's life will be held on Sept. 17, at 3 p.m. at Woodsford's Congregational Church, 202 Woodsford St., Portland.

Friends wanting to give a contribution in her memory may send a gift to: Portland Friends Meeting c/o Sara Jane Elliot 2 Koralburst Lane Scarborough, Maine 04074 or The Maine Women's Fund 565 Congress St. Portland, Maine 01101